Ann Shepard (Rueve)

I shared with Judy that my description on my Facebook profile is: “Volunteer, outgoing introvert. Love family & friends.  Passionate about dogs. Was a dog in a former life.”

Here’s one of the accompanying pictures.  

Philip Spiess

Mr. Lounds:  Important material for the historical record; these are the anecdotes that fill in the gaps.  But, although I can guess your approximate age, I'm not certain, nor do I want to be precipitate or inquisitive.  Can you give me a general idea of what years you're talking about?  (Love the bridge story! -- of course, cheap beer was still being brought into Cincinnati from Kentucky in my youth, I suppose perhaps illicitly -- by my grandfather, among others -- why else would he bother to go there?)  As to the nightstick beatings, well, we're all (i.e., I'm speaking of "whites") still learning about that "buried" history, and we're all of us still seeing worse on the nightly news today -- history not only repeats itself, but sometimes never changes.

Ann:  You're such a dog!

Bruce Fette

Ann,

I love that picture. What charming friends.

Stephen Collett

Thanks to Tom Lounds for weighing in with the actuality of those times. Wow, there is a movie in that.

Alert friends, the shingles. I have just had a very tough five weeks and am still knocked out. I got it in the head -it always just does half the piece of the body. torso or legs or whatever. The thing is to start taking the anti-viral tabs wihin three days. But of course, one doesn´t know what one has before a week has gone. Grusome, in the eye and mouth and ear on the one side.

Stephen

Chuck Cole

Stephen, I'm so sorry to hear about your case of shingles.  My grandmother suffered from it. Fortunately for those of us who have not had, there is a new vaccine to prevent shingles that is supposed to be quite effective.  I don't know if it has an effect on those who have had the disease. 

As you probably know, the virus that causes shingles is the same one that causes chicken pox.  After chicken pox ends, the virus hides in neurons in a latent state, and different stimuli and stresss can cause it's reactivation, leading it to emerge from its hiding place and cause trouble.

Ann Shepard (Rueve)

Phil:   SHE = female   PARD = ( the name of the male pedigreed Belgium Malinois, Pard de Alphaville Bohemia)

           SHE + PARD = BITCH 

Steve: So sorry that you have to experience the pain of shingles. The eye/head region is quite difficult.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the Zostervax vaccine I had about 7 years ago and the two-injection Shingrix vaccine I had last year will provide me some immunity. As Chuck mentioned, I remember my grandmother suffering from shingles, but, subsequently in recent years, have had friends describe their attacks.

For some reason, shingles is not limited to older people any more and has become prevalent among millennials. One of the young people I worked with had shingles. She's told me that several of her friends suffered too.  https://www.acsh.org/news/2017/12/20/decline-chickenpox-problem-millennials-12312

Hope you feel better my friend. 

Dale Gieringer

  Ann -

    The shingles vaccine you (and I) got years ago is only about 50% effective.   The new vaccine you and Chuck mentioned, Shingrix, is over 80% effective.   I have a prescription for it in my wallet.  Unfortunately, the pharamacy has been unable to fill it because there's a nationwide shortage.  - Dale

Thomas Lounds Jr.

Philip. Do not worry about being inquisitive.  Thank goodness you are, and, according to all of us, you wear it well. I am 80 years old and the times I was referring to were the late 40's when I had to be 8-10 years old, and even, a little younger to be able to recall the jam-packed Union Terminal during the war.  Yes, I saw a lot of the violence l described but one of my better recollections of those times was visiting/ shopping ( with Grannie) at the 6th Street Market.  The smells of the open air vegetable booths, the "barkers" , the giant fish and meat markets and the live chickens we brought home I can smell and hear even today.  Philip, do you have anything on the history of the Market? When and why did it go?  Urban renewal?  Sanitation problems? 

.  Stephen.  Perhaps it would make a good movie. The more important thing at this time is for you to get well soon.  It sounds as if you have suffered enough.  

Jerry Ochs

Another outrageous use of a noun as a verb:

100 miles of border wall in exchange for amnestying millions of illegals.

Philip Spiess

Mr. Lounds:  Years ago (call it the 1970s, because it was), I started a "building-type" photographic archive of Cincinnati buildings throughout its history, what I called "a genealogy of Cincinnati buildings."  I never finished it because I got married and suddenly my funds were going other places, as you may guess.  One of the building-types I concentrated on was markets, so I'm sure I have material on the 6th Street Market; of the five or six city markets that existed over time (run by the city, I believe), at least three were still around in my childhood in the 1950s, but of these only Findlay Market has survived, where I shopped with my Grandmother and Great-Grandmother (unless there are still remnants of the Court Street Market, on Court Street in front of the Hamilton County Courthouse and adjacent to Ferd Avril's Butcher Shop, still operating).

Unfortunately, my Cincinnati archives and library collection are "deep-sixed" at the back of our house's "library stacks" (as opposed to the Library itself), and it would take an archaeological expedition to unearth them.  But hope springs eternal!  I'm about to actually dive in there, as the wife of the director of the Cincinnati Pops Orchestra is hounding me to get at my Music Hall files, as she is doing tour histories and a restoration of Cincinnati Music Hall.  So I can probably dig out the Cincinnati markets files at the same time -- and we'll see where things go from there.

Paul Simons

Philip Spiess

I'll only say that, having once during graduate school roomed in an old lady's room-rental house where meals were "grab-as-you-can" off the communal table (no, I'm not referring to a Christian church setting) and available bathrooms were at a premium, I'm in favor of a "Boarder Wall."

Philip Spiess

Mr. Lounds:  A short answer (for me) to your inquiry, as an addendum to my initial answer (a fuller answer may follow when I can get to my files):

While still thinking through my recollections of Cincinnati markets (after I had put my first response to you on this Forum, and having imbibed a "Calvados Cocktail" for inspiration), the memories (such as they were) came flooding back.  (However, I quickly squelched those memories of the Great Flood of 1937 on the Ohio River, which cancelled Walnut Hills High School mid-term exams for my mother, a sophomore at the time, and I went back to thinking about the Cincinnati markets.)

Point 1:  I said there were five or six city markets; I believe there were nine in toto at one time (I was thinking just of permanent market-houses, but there were some farmers' markets that appeared with regularity on certain streets at certain times also).

Point 2:  The downtown markets slowly closed as the automobile age inspired people to move to the hilltop suburbs from the downtown basin, and neighborhood business districts emerged and thrived, cutting into the old market economy of downtown.  I think of my suburb of Clifton (my father and grandmother on the other side of the family had started out in the "Over-the-Rhine" district, thus shopping at Findlay Market), where, in Clifton in the 1950s, there were two grocery stores -- later supermarkets -- two butcher shops, two drugstores, two "Five-and-Dimes", and so on, in a three-block section of Ludlow Avenue.

Point 3:  One market was closed down ostensibly for "reasons of public health."  This was the notorious wooden Fifth Street (Meat) Market (built 1829), an abattoir of the first order.  But the real reason the city destroyed it (1870) was to build Fountain Square and the Tyler Davidson Fountain (see the second last paragraph of my notes at Post #3001).

Point 4:  Once refrigeration as a matter of daily life arrived in the average home, first through "ice-boxes" (I remember an ice-house on Jefferson Avenue half way between Burnet Woods and Schiel School, right where Clifton became Corryville) and then through refrigerators, most people stopped shopping on a daily basis at local markets, usually buying their food about once a week (per family budget).

Point 5:  Your inquiry initially confused me, because my memory said that the "Sixth Street Market" was the "Jabez Elliot Flower Market" (built in 1890 on Sixth Street between Elm and Plum Streets), unique among the Cincinnati markets because it sold only flowers, whereas you had mentioned that you remembered chickens and slabs of meat (including the smells!) and such being sold there.  But then I remembered that there was another Sixth Street Market-House (a.k.a. "Western Market," built in 1895 on Sixth Street between Plum Street and Western Row, in an incredible Flemish style by the best Cincinnati architectural firm of the era, Samuel Hannaford & Sons).  My notes tell me that it was unheated (so probably also unrefrigerated? -- the earlier markets kept their produce cold in the basements of nearby local breweries) and had 64 indoor stalls (i presume that, like Findlay Market, it also had some outside stalls -- hence the "barkers").  It was razed in 1960 to make way for the Sixth Street ramp onto the Mill Creek Expressway (I-75).

[P.S.:  Yes, I did find some available notes that helped me fill out my "memories" here, but if I get to my files anytime soon, I'll do a complete run-down of all of Cincinnati's markets (most of which were run-down).]

Paul Simons

Judy Holtzer (Knopf)

To Dave: You mentioned trying to eliminate the word prioritize, which started me wondering....

How long has the word "deputize" been around, let alone "minimize"? Familiarize? Wow, on a roll that I'd better shuck off quickly if I'm going to get anything else done today!

Stephen Collett

At our last reunion I sat with Ray Morton on the Saturday bus tour of Cinti and heard a lot of good stories from him. Particularly about the 6th St market, where he had various connections, like as a young fellow selling bags to shoppers. Is Ray on here?

Bruce Fette

Phil and others of similar interest,

I do remember my Grandmother taking me to the open air market when I was extremely young. My recollection is that it was somewhere between 6th and 12th and somewhere near Plum. I also remember her taking me to IGA supermarket in Clifton. I was so young that we must have taken a bus or maybe a trolley back to College Hill. It was certainly before my Grandfather bought the 58 buick.

As for why people moved to the burbs, I am absolutely certain that Grandmother wanted to get away from where the flood came in Northside. And College Hill was perfect for that. Way too high for a flood to get there. As your data base undoutedly remembers, the flood went up MillCreek to Northside. That must have been absolutely horrible given Millcreek's history.

As for negotiations, I would sure love to hear the DACA folks get amnesty, not just a 3 year repreive, and sure like to hear much more about humane treatment to all fleeing the many problems around the world.

Dale Gieringer

   Another notable colloquial neologism is the use of "like" to introduce a thought. For example:  As soon as the bikers entered the bar, we were like, "Let's get out of here pronto."   I'm not even sure how to classify this as a part of speech.    
    A useful expression that has come into currency is "whatever" as a one-word indicator of indifference.  We hear it all the time from our daughter.  I've come to use it often myself, though I have to admit it can be rude.
     One new development irks me above all others: the gross overusage of  f***,  f***ing, f***er, etc.  as (take your pick)  adjective, adverb, expletive, or noun.  It's a poor excuse for not finding a more colorful mot juste.  Whatever happened to d*mn, darn, dang, drat, doggone,  gosh-darn, accursed, infernal,  blasted, blankety-blank?  I never heard the word "f***" until the sixth grade, and never in family settings.  As I recall, we rarely used it at WHHS except in dirty jokes and certainly never in classroom.  I remember being admonished by Wilma Hutchinson for using "damned" in an essay.   Now f***ng  is everywhere with the ascendancy of cable TV.   Some years ago there was a TV western called Deadwood, which was critically praised for its authentic, gritty portrayal of the Old West.   Every other line in the show had an f-word in it.   I turned it off in disgust.   No way is that how folks spoke in the 19th century.  More likely they used the n-word, which is now verboten.   Of course, we don't really know how they spoke in the 19th century, since there were no recordings, and Victorian editors were notoriously prudish in censoring foul language.  But they censored words far less offensive than what we use today.  F*** was the number one most unprintable four-letter word during our youth,  even up to the end of the 20th century.  I can't remember ever hearing it spoken by anyone in my grandparents' generation.  And I don't care to hear it again, except in historical portrayals of how witless people spoke in the early 21st century.   Godd*mn it all!

Paul Simons

Philip Spiess

Cataloguing my library, as I am currently doing (as a hedge against my wife insisting that I start culling the collection by throwing books away, in order to increase the sitting area available in our modest house), I am running through books of humorous sketches by the late Robert Benchley, of "Algonquin Round Table" and New Yorker fame, who was my first and primary mentor (besides WHHS's Jeff Rosen, Dale Gieringer, Johnny Marks, and Jerry Ochs) in the field of humorous writing (if such mine is).  In a sketch, "Ding-Dong School Bells:  or What the Boy Will Need" [1930], collected in Chips Off the Old Benchley (1949), I came across a list, required "in clear English translation," of the presumed necessity of acquiring a copy of each of the following books:  "The Aeneid, Odyssey, Immensee, La Fontaine's Fables . . . , Nathan the Wise, and Don Quixote."

Leaving off all levity for the moment, as a cultural historian I'm intrigued by this list, which Benchley wrote in 1930 (I'm guessing what might have been pretty close to the truth in those days), and I'm wondering how many of my fellow WHHS classmates have read and are familiar with any or all of these books.  [Just to save you having a "senior moment," I'll divulge the authors and their genres and languages:  Aeneid -- epic poem by Virgil (Latin); Odyssey -- epic poem by Homer (Greek); Immensee -- novella by Theodor Storm (19th-Century German); Fables (contes) of La Fontaine (17th-Century French); Nathan the Wise -- poetic drama by Gotthold Lessing (18th-Century German); Don Quixote -- novel by Miguel de Cervantes (17th-Century Spanish).]

To give you the chronology of my own study of these works (vide WHHS), yes, every one of them is housed in my living room, with the exception of La Fontaine, whose works are housed in our study with fairy tales and children's books.  I read Immensee and Nathan der Weise (in German) with Frau Kitzmann at Walnut Hills in German class, and later re-read Nathan der Weise in graduate German; various La Fontaine fables I had read on my own from various sources.  I did not read The Aeneid (but perhaps some of you did, in WHHS Latin classes) nor The Odyssey until college, and Don Quixote we read in a junior-year college course in "World Literature."

So I'm wondering, what were your experiences (if any) with these particular works of world literature, or other major works (especially at WHHS)?  [N.B.:  Homer's Iliad and Odyssey (whether they were actually by someone named Homer or not) have been used almost continuously (!) since their inception (circa 8th Century B.C.) as textbooks for schoolboys -- and later schoolgirls.  When I taught Middle School History, I used The Iliad (in a modified prose version), while my teaching partner, in English class, taught The Odyssey; they were both part of the curriculum.]

Chuck Cole

I had read The Odyssey (and The Illiad) decades ago in college in a Classical Literaature in Translation class, and returned to it about 10-15 years ago because of what I'd read about it's place in the history of conciousness.  I was totally surprised at how beautiful it was, and easy it was to understand.  I think at that point I was reading the translation by Fitzgerald.  Newer translations have been published which I've read as they've come out.  Each one is different and a work of literature in its own right.  I've just started to read Emily Wilson's translation--the first one, it is said, by a woman.  She's on the faculty at Yale and, interestingly enough, is talking here at Dartmouth on Thursday.  

Daniel Mendelsohn, who wrote a fascinating book called The Lost: A Search for Six Million, about trying to discover his relatives' history and fate in Poland during the war and what he discovered.  Mendelsohn is a classicist and taught one course each year about The Odysseyt at Bard.  In his relatively recent book, An Odyssey:  A Father, A Son, and an Epic, he let's his aging father sit on his class (I think it was the final time he taught it) and then they went together on a cruise that retraced Odysseus's travels.  I recommend it, especially if you are fan of The Odyssey.  

Dale Gieringer

Phillip - Honestly,  I've never heard of Immensee nor read Nathan the Wise.  You'd think Benchely might have mentioned Goethe's Faust or Tolstoy's War and Peace or Shakespeare's Hamlet or Proust's Rememberance of Things Past (a daunting read: "Longtemps, je me suis couché en lisant Proust....").  As for the Aeneid, we read it in Miss Hope's 11th grade Latin class - or at least selected portions, namely Books 1,2,4 and 6.  It goes on all the way to book 12, but the last half isn't worth reading, being Vergil's fabricated account of Aeneas' wars in Italy, which has no connection to anything in real history or classical literature.  I've never read the entire Aeneid, in translation or otherwise.   As for the Odyssey, a fascinating tale indeed, we read it in prose condensation, not verse translation, in 8th grade as I recall.  We also read a simplified, abbreviated version of Odysseus' travels in Latin class (translated from Greek to Latin, of course).  Not until college did I read Lattimore's complete verse translation, later discovering that Fitzgerald's and Fagles' were even better.   As for the Iliad - a more tedious story,  like a play-by-play account of two football teams shoving each other back and forth on the field - at one point I skimmed it in a prose condensation for young readers.  Not until much later in grad school did I audit a course in Homeric Greek, and discover the pristine beauty of Homer's verse in the original, aptly described by Matthew Arnold as eminently rapid,  eminently plain and direct in syntax and wording, eminently plain and direct in substance of thought, and eminently noble.   Homer's Greek is actually much easier to read than Vergil's Latin; the syntax is straightforward, with a vocabulary hauntingly archaic and rich,  full of  mellifluous vowels and subtle diphthongs,  enunciated in a pitch accent that the Romans described as musical.  For all of that, the Iliad's storyline does get pretty tedious - Book 2's Catalog of Ships is an infamous challenge for memory experts -  so our instructor stuck to the dramatic highlights in class, namely books 1, 9, and 24.  Maybe someday I'll finish it.  Or maybe instead I'll dive into Joyce's Ulysses, the relation of which to Homer is obscure and esoteric, but an interesting exercise for idle hours.   

David Buchholz

Two Days in Death Valley, A Wolf Moon, A Blood Moon, and a Lunar Eclipse

Most National Parks are either closed during the shutdown or severely impacted.  The Death Valley National Historcal Association, however, through its donations. has enabled the park to stay open, including emptying trash, cleaning restrooms, and paying staff.  It was there that Jadyne and I spent the past weekend, two days in one of my favorite places in America.  For those not familiar with the majestic beauty of Death Valley, I am doing what I do best—posting images of what we saw in just two days.  We chose this past weekend because of the first full moon of the year (the wolf moon), the Supermoon (when the moon's path is closer to the earth than usual), and the full lunar eclipse, when the color of the moon is blood red.  In my photographs I did not alter or enhance the colors in any way.

The full eclipse.

Mesquite Dunes, near Stovepipe Wells

One of the locals

A sign in the Stovepipe Wells General Store

Another local.  Joe in front of the Borax Museum

I have about twenty-five more images on my website.  I traced the path of the eclipse from start to finish and spent a magical morning in the Mesquite Dunes at sunrise.  It was such a pleasant relief to be away from...

http://www.davidkbuchholz.com/death-valley-the-blood-moon-and-the-lunar-eclipse/

Philip Spiess

Chuck:  Tell us about the connection between The Odyssey and "its place in the history of consciousness" (a new one on me).  Although I did not actually read The Iliad, The Odyssey , or The Aeneid until college (the first two in Lattimore's translations, the last in Rolfe Humphries' translation -- all of which, I'll admit, I skimmed), I had known their stories from 6th Grade at Clifton School, when we had studied the Ancient World and I had acquired (through circumspectual "borrowing") -- and thoroughly immersed myself in -- my grandmother's copy of Guerber's Myths of Greece and Rome:  Narrated with Special Reference to Literature and Art (1893).  It has served me well over the years in matters of myth, and literature, and classical art, and I was stunned several years ago to discover that it had been recently re-issued in paperback.  I mention this only because, of course, without having actually read The Odyssey, I was one of the writers and actors in our little 8th-Grade parody, The Oddity of Useless, in which many of you acted -- or acted out (cf. Dave Schneider).

Dale:  Not only was Benchley writing satire, he was also writing about Middle School (or perhaps High School) boys, so the higher literature would not have applied -- though it does beg the question of what was expected of somewhat accomplished boys in the 1920s and 1930s (which was really the start of my inquiry into our own classmates' required reading).  I myself really got into The Iliad with Edith Hamilton's prose narrative of the story, which is what we used with the 5th Graders when I was teaching Ancient Greek history in a private Middle School (we read it out loud in class, discussing it as we went along, and when we got to the descriptions of the destruction of Troy, I jumped up and started overturning student desks in the front row -- surprising the hell out of the kids and really irritating the art teacher in the room below).  However, as to my own tastes (not being adept in reading either Greek or Latin), I'll take Matthew Arnold to read on almost any subject any day; I took one of my four doctoral exams on him and his work -- I love his writing and his attitudes.  As to Joyce's Ulysses, the man was doubtlessly drunk when he wrote it (most say he was practically blind -- "blind drunk," I'd say), just like William Faulkner must have been when writing his books.  I much prefer Joyce's Dubliners and A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.  (But I did see the great Irish actress Siobhan McKenna in a one-woman performance of Joyce and some other Irish authors, and the highlight of the evening was "Penelope's Soliloquy" from the end of Ulysses -- McKenna's monologue rendition of it made sense of Joyce for me for the first time.)

David:  Have you ever seen "the rabbit in the moon," which is older than "the man in the moon"?  When I was teaching Middle School, the kids wanted to know where the notion of the Easter Bunny came from (I had cautioned them not to eat the "little chocolate eggs" the Easter Bunny leaves on the front lawn), and I had no idea, so I researched it -- and found that it came from the ancient Eastern goddess Estra (after whom Easter is named), whose pet was a rabbit which she kept in the moon (she was a fertility goddess, after all).  That night, coming home from the school, I was driving toward a giant rising full moon -- and, sure enough, there was "the rabbit in the moon" facing left, long ears streaming over its head at the top of the moon!  Who knew?  On another matter, how is that "Borax Museum" in Death Valley?

Bruce Fette

Philip,

While you didnt address your question to me, regarding the borax museum, I jump to answer. I took my son to see Edwards Air Force Base, where X15 and other significant events took place (stuff you can see in the movie "Right Stuff".. The Borax museum is a few miles further east. And guess what, its where they used to (maybe still do) mine borax. I barely remember what was to be seen there, except for the guy and a mule train, and a place with shade and cooling for a while. It was also quite near the first rocket engine test stands. I now wish I had ventured even further east, many more interesting things a few miles further east. And a few miles west, you can also find the company "Scaled Composites" where Burt Rutan makes really cool rocket planes, and you can find the experimental aircraft boneyard out there in the Mojave desert too. When last seen, the surrounding mountains now have many many windmills.